"Because something that can sense, travel and communicate while underground made an ultimatum. Now, since we know the kind of people we're dealing with when it comes to said package, I dare way we're dealing with some whole new mess of nasty." She informs them, all the while looking about as if even the walls might become dangerous.

Durgen nods talking as low as he can while Agia can still hear him, "That is why we came here, we found something of a necromatic nature. I was hoping the protection from scrying would have protected us, but obviously they know where we are. Question is do we dare delay taking it there any longer. They won't be too happy with us but otherwise it may be a long night."

Agia nods. "If somebody's after Durkon's package, it could indeed be a very long, noisy night. Maybe we should make our way to the academy now. We seem to have found a few people willing to tag along. The more targets, the merrier."

"Any one got ideas as to what the smeggin' fek that is?" She indicates the...thing lurking out in the darkness and dirt of the towns' streets.

"I don't suppose getting to the University over the roofs is an option? I suddenly have a hankerin' to see a lot more of the sky right now." She begins looking around to see if there's a way up into the Tavern's attic.

Hashar Snarls at the man's retort, "Doubt it!" Letting his anger get the better of him he strikes the hooded man who lied to him with a back hand. The looks at the rest of the men, "Now who wants to give me correct answer, before I decide to stop using my fist and start using me blade." He stares at the next men waiting for an answer.

That was enough. A backhand was one thing but pulling steel was another. Aden draws his sword and 5 ft steps to one of the hooded figures and gives him a 2 handed smack with the flat of his blade, attempting to knock it senseless. SIT DOWN!

"Well, sounds like some one else is having fun down in the common room. Lets go see!" So saying she scarpers towards the stairs and heads down to where Hashar and Aden are 'chatting' to some fellows at a certain table.